in the corner by the door

I've kept my friend
In the corner by the door
Penned in for I'm afraid he will run away
Big head and scuffed up nose begging to go for a walk
Long and lean and a little bit wrinkly too
We've aged together over the decades
Not keeping it a secret of the things we've lost
But together we speak silently the groans and moans
the memories we keep of our younger days
I admire my scruff
For he still stands tall
And reminds me of my courage when I was small
Although he took the biggest hit upon his nose whenever I did fall
But that doesn't stop him from encouraging me to stay balanced and strong
After all these years he speaks loudly without a word